Project Run Away

I have been locked away in my little dark office, writing and revising and thinking deep thoughts. Since all my stories are based in Israel, this is an eerily appropriate time to be immersed in all of this heady stuff. But it also leaves me a little blue, so in the evenings I emerge from my room in search of some levity.

I found it in last night’s episode of Project Runway. I love that show. It’s so stupid, it’s great. In case you had something better to do on a hot Wednesday night, here is the punch line. The assignment was to design an outfit for a fictional woman and her dog. Each designer, and I use that term loosely, was given a tiny dog to use as their muse. Bradley, a sullen, introvert who seems to have last bathed in early 2005, was in a pickle. His design, you see, wasn’t working. Fast forward through a painful hour of fabric shopping, cutting, pinning, and general mayhem, and we see Bradley, an hour away from Runway Time (gasp) and he has made
nothing. Not a stitch. Nada. Not for the human model who is now standing by him wondering if she will have to walk the runway naked, nor for her little dog. Cut to Runway segment. Bradley’s model walks out in two pieces of billowy, shapeless pieces of fabric. One for a top, which looked like it was tied around her neck with a twist tie, and one for what I can only assume was a skirt. It may have all been duct taped together, I couldn’t tell.

The hoity-toity panel of judges, which for some inexplicable reason included Ivanka Trump, loved it! They gushed about his innovating point of view. They even had the size negative 4 model turn side ways to show the “flattering cut” of the “garment.” She looked like a potato sack in mid-flight. Bradley was as shocked as I was.

The judges, and the entire show, finally proved itself to be the joke that I always thought it was. But I still love it, don’t get me wrong. Now if only they would get rid of Heidi Klum. Avidasain.